4 Tails Novels & Stories

His expression was a mixture of awe and terror, like he couldn’t quite believe something so small, so breakable, had come from us. “She looks like you,” he whispered, almost reverently. “Same nose. Same pouty lips when she cries.” “She?” I croaked, my voice hoarse from hours—maybe days—of labor. He looked at me, startled, before his entire face lit up. “Yeah, love. One girl… and two boys.” Three. I’d carried three. For a moment, my heart stuttered, and then tears slipped silently down my cheeks. I barely noticed Damian moving in on my other side, his hand warm and steady as he gently dabbed them away with a cloth.

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!

I took it off and threw it away too. I grabbed onto her shorts and slid them down her legs. She kicked them off and I bent down to kiss her pussy. She had shaved everything clean except for a small patch of curls above her clit. She tasted sweet and salty all at once. I ran my tongue up and down her slit several times and then pushed my tongue inside her. She gasped loudly and her legs started trembling. "Oh god, yes, do that again," she begged.

Ding Hao was shocked and observed carefully. This giant beast had indeed the appearance of a dog. Scarlet flames twirled around its head, neck, and four legs. Its four legs were muscular, and its tail was amazingly large. It had three heads in all. There was a middle head with three eyes—all clear, attractive, and azure like the sea. On the right, there was a head with one eye. This eye was crimson like fire, exuding a strong murderous aura. On the left, there was another head with one eye, emitting a tranquil and peaceful orangey radiance. "Woof, woof, woof..."

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

But the very fact of this fear for some reason did not cause. If the guards on the walls of the village could see a little more clearly in the dark, they would be amazed at the strange figure with huge leaps and with incredible speed rushing past. The figure had four heads, and something resembling wings bristled on the sides. But the strange creature did not get close enough to become visible to human eyes in the light of the moon peeping out from behind the clouds.

The shadows of the beasts twisted and flickered under the glow, giving the space an unsettling tension. "Look at that." Landon stopped and pointed to a carving on the left wall. Aria looked over and saw a beast that resembled a fox, but with nine tails. Each tail was marked with colorful patterns. A single horn rose from its forehead, and its eyes were gentle yet alert. Landon remarked, "It's similar to a nine-tailed fox, but different." Aria nodded. "Nine-tailed foxes have pure, unmarked tails and no horns. This one looks strange."

I couldn't tell where my shaking stopped and theirs began. He landed, tucking his wings in tight to his body, his tail swinging around and settling in front of his forelegs. He had talons on his tail too. Three to be exact, three deadly spikes. His roar shook the ground, and we cringed. The pulsing waves of magic made it difficult to stand. I'd never felt magic, but something inborn, deep inside of me, knew it for what it was. I looked sideways at Chersa. Her head tipped downward, tears streaming from her eyes.

I asked and he nodded. “Yes, why do you ask?” “Because the person who gave me that drink isn't here,” “What? What do you mean?” “She's not here, alpha Leo. I looked very well, and she isn't one of them,” “How is that even possible?” Alpha Theo asked, and Alpha Leo turned to the head maid. “Are you sure these are all the maids?” “Yes, I'm sure. We only have seven maids in the mansion, and these are all of them,”